Even with chuunibyou, let's learn together!

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Useless Hayakawa~ He just reads books in someone else's house, so disappointing!

Bookworm, you silly goose!

"Humph~"

Umaru gave a soft hum and turned her head to continue operating the controller.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Doma's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand movements stopped at the same time. Even the fearless pixelated figure in the dark cave of the game world stopped in place, holding his sword in a daze.

Did he stay here to read because he wanted to keep me company?

Doma's expression seemed to freeze. She secretly glanced at Hayakawa's expressionless face, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Was it because you were afraid of disturbing Xiaomei Lang's studies that you stopped her from playing games, and you saw that I was lonely at home, so you chose to sit next to me and read?

At this moment, Umaru seemed to understand everything, and her eyes became blank. She suddenly felt like she was the one who was stupid. She looked at Hayakawa's indifferent eyes that were filled with cold light and saw a gentleness she had never seen before, like ice and snow melting in the distant mountains, turning into a languid tenderness like stars and clouds.

"..."

Xiaomai quickly turned her head. She felt hot all over, as if she were a match that could catch fire at any moment. Various thoughts surged in her mind like waves, flashing by in an instant.

Even with her back turned, she could smell the scent of ink and paper on Hayakawa, a cool fragrance reminiscent of a summer evening breeze or her favorite chilled cola, a scent that soothed her body and mind.

If he suddenly…

As if suddenly remembering something, Umaru's white jade earlobes turned blood red, and she almost broke the game controller with a forceful press of her finger.

In short... let's play games first!

"Games, games are so much fun, hahaha~"

Doma suddenly chuckled in a silly manner. The pixelated little man on the screen wandered around aimlessly, slashing wildly. The little monsters that had been holding them down just moments before suddenly seemed to transform into war gods, chasing after the little man and attacking him.

Xiaomai quickly left the area of ​​attack and retreated to a safe zone.

Startled by Umaru's sudden voice, Hayakawa looked up at her, somewhat bewildered: "Huh?"

"It's alright, it's alright, you can continue."

The girl waved her hands frantically, indicating that she had no intention of disturbing Emperor Hayakawa.

"Uh…"

Hayakawa tilted his head and frowned, wondering what was going on all of a sudden.

He glanced at the sinner who was disturbing his studies, but suddenly noticed that under Umaru's adorable orange hamster cape, she was actually wearing a somewhat transparent white sleeveless nightgown, revealing her fair and slender forearms, exuding a sexy yet alluring charm.

Another unconventional piece.

Hayakawa gave a slight, cold laugh. He was beginning to get to know them and could skillfully control them.

"My brother, who has transformed into me, should be back soon,"

Doma paused the game, turned around and said, "If he doesn't work overtime, he usually comes back around this time."

"is it?"

Upon hearing this, Hayakawa figured that Ayame Kominami would probably be arriving soon, so it was time for him to go back.

Just as he was about to stand up and go home, he suddenly heard Umaru say to him, "If you don't mind, you can stay for dinner. My brother is a great cook."

"Uh...no, I think."

Hayakawa paused for a moment, then refused without hesitation, "Should I go back to eat?"

I estimate that Ayame Kominami will arrive soon. I've been eating with her all this time. If I stay after I go, Ayame Kominami will have to wait at my house for a long time.

In the end, Hayakawa didn't really want to stay for dinner. He was quite familiar with Umaru, but not with her brother; they were practically strangers.

"All right…"

Umaru was a little disappointed, but she didn't try to persuade him any further. After all, inviting Hayakawa to dinner would inevitably mean introducing him to her brother, which would be a real test of courage for Umaru.

"It's about time I went back."

Hayakawa put the notebook into his shirt pocket, stood up, and walked out, saying, "See you later."

"what…"

Umaru quickly followed him out, watching Hayakawa return to his room: "Bye-bye, see you tomorrow."

"Ah."

Hayakawa Road.

……

In the quiet night, Komi Nami Aizumi, who was staying overnight at Hayakawa's house as usual, was resting on the sofa with one hand covering her stomach.

"Senior, are you hungry?"

Hayakawa stood up and walked towards the door: "I won't order takeout today. There's a restaurant nearby, I'll go down and buy it."

"Great,"

Xiao Meilang's soft voice came from behind: "Thank you for your trouble, junior."

"fine."

Hayakawa said something without turning his head and left.

Stepping out of the building, a gentle evening breeze greeted me, cool and refreshing. The moonlight above the city cast Hayakawa's shadow, its deep blackness clinging to the ground in the cool moonlight, indistinguishable from the real thing.

Chapter 166 Mandate from Heaven…

"call…"

In the cool evening breeze, Hayakawa walked slowly out of the neighborhood with his hands in his pockets. Several birds flew up from the shadowy sycamore trees on both sides of the road, as if they sensed the invisible pressure of the emperor.

In the pitch-black darkness, Hayakawa awakened once again...

Hayakawa opened his eyes, his gaze shining with divine light. He sensed the endless darkness around him, a darkness that belonged to this world and to him.

Just then, a refreshing breeze came from the air, rustling the leaves. Occasionally, a few withered yellow leaves would fall from the sky. Hayakawa reached out and caught a spinning yellow leaf. The leaf was not yet the withered yellow of late autumn; it would break at the slightest touch, and the green veins inside were clearly visible, faintly retaining the moisture of summer.

"Old friends are passing away one after another,"

Hayakawa remained indifferent, and sighed softly, "Like a leaf falling in the wind."

Well... it seems like not many have withered away. Rather, it's more like his old friends (or enemies) are lively and energetic in front of him every day.

But it doesn't matter, I'll make them wither away!

"..."

Hayakawa walked out of the broken-painted iron gate of the community, carefully walked past the fence full of bicycles, and soon arrived at the newly opened shop nearby. The stall was lit with bright and gentle lights, and the stall owner had set up a steaming cart outside the shop. Through the window, he could see a few young men and women who had just finished get off work sitting scattered inside.

Hayakawa blinked and walked over. He had discovered this shop when he went out earlier today. There was a fairly long queue outside, and it seemed to be doing good business. Hayakawa made a note of it as an option for dinner in the future.

"It's oden..."

Hayakawa walked over and discovered that the steaming food consisted of various skewers stewing in broth. He frowned slightly and asked, "Is this okay for dinner...?"

Hayakawa has never been particular about food, but in his opinion, dinner should at least include a staple food. Without staple foods such as rice or noodles, it cannot be considered a proper dinner.

Hayakawa stood hesitantly at the door. He didn't care what he ate, but he was worried that Mimi Aizawa wouldn't eat well, and if she got hungry halfway through her studies, it would waste a lot of time.

"boss,"

Hayakawa thought for a moment, then pushed open the shop door and walked over: "Excuse me, do you have...?"

The answer was heartwarming; this oden shop specially prepared oden udon noodles for working people after get off work. Hayakawa was very satisfied and bought two servings of noodles and a lot of oden to take home.

……

"senior."

Hayakawa pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a bag, saying, "I'm back. Here's your dinner."

"Ah! Junior,"

One second Xiao Meilang was hanging upside down on the sofa in a daze, but the next second, when she saw Hayakawa come in, she immediately sprang up and sat upright, blushing as she said in a serious tone, "Ahem, you're back."

She seems to often lie on my sofa, is that a comfortable position?

Hayakawa thought to himself, but too lazy to question Minami Aizami's strange posture, placed the plastic bag on the table, and said calmly, "Well, come and eat, or it will get cold."

"it is good!"

Minami Aizami rolled off the sofa and ran over, plopped down on the table, opened the bag, and immediately grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Why is it oden?! I want rice."

"It would be nice to eat some."

Hayakawa said irritably, reached out and took the contents out of the bag, then opened the lid of the udon noodle box and placed it in front of Mimi. He did the same with the other boxes.

"Oh, so there's noodles involved. That makes more sense."

Mimi Nami, being mischievous, twisted her slender waist, took out wooden chopsticks, and broke them apart: "Well... I'll start eating!"

Hayakawa: "..."

so annoying.

"I'm gonna start now."

Hayakawa lowered his head and whispered something, then broke the chopsticks apart.

"Really, junior~"

With her cheeks bulging from eating, Mimi Aizawa didn't forget to criticize Hayakawa: "I feel like your attitude towards me has been getting worse lately. How should I put it... well, it's just very casual, which makes me very uncomfortable."

"Okay, go ahead and eat."

Hayakawa silently broke out in a cold sweat, speechless, and said, "Don't talk if your mouth is full of food."

"Yes, yes, that's it..."

Kominami Aizami's eyes lit up, and she excitedly said as if she had caught Hayakawa red-handed, "I can't see any respect for your senior at all."

“Eeya, I respect you very much,”

Hayakawa, expressionless, lowered his head and bit into the food in front of him, saying without looking up, "Really."

"More! Show me even more respect!"

Kominami Aizami reached out and patted Hayakawa's shoulder with the rhythm of an otter patting its belly, saying, "Besides, you didn't even use honorifics when you said that, okay? Where's the 'you'? Where did the 'you' go!"

This person is so annoying...

Hayakawa's grip on the chopsticks tightened, and his eyes began to look strange.

This arrogant brat, I'll...

"Senior, I'll start using honorifics with you once you're over 1.6 meters tall,"

Hayakawa murmured, "But I guess I'll never see that day in my lifetime. Thinking about it, it's really a pity."

"Well…"

Komi Aizawa trembled as if struck by lightning, staring at Hayakawa in shock, hardly believing what she had just heard.

"Junior..."

Two seconds later, Xiaomei's body trembled. The next second, she revealed an uncontrollable gloom on her face and screamed like a madwoman as she lunged at Hayakawa: "Aaaaaah! I'll kill you!"

"Stop it."

Hayakawa reached out and caught her, straightening his arm to place her a little further away, while Kominami Aizami was still unwilling.

She brandished her small fists and waved them incessantly in front of Hayakawa, yelling, "Die! Die! Die!"

"..."

Hayakawa stared expressionlessly at his senior, who was committing the sin of the sutra, feeling the weight in his hand. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he remembered a story—"asking for the throne."

According to the Zuo Zhuan (Commentary of Zuo) in the third year of Duke Xuan's reign, during the Spring and Autumn period, the State of Chu held a military review on the territory of the Zhou emperor, who sent envoys to comfort the Chu army. However, King Zhuang of Chu stood by and asked in a sinister tone about the size and weight of the tripods.

The ding (a type of ancient Chinese cooking vessel) was a national treasure. When King Zhuang of Chu inquired about it, it implied that he coveted the Zhou royal family. Later, people used the phrase "asking about the ding" to describe plotting for the throne.

Aspiring to the throne... plotting for the highest position...

Oh my god, that's totally me!

Hayakawa's resolve stirred once more, the blood flowing through his brain turning into molten lava. Holding up the little nymph in front of him, he felt as if he had been holding up the national treasure that symbolized supreme power for a thousand years.